80? Why Do You Have to Show Off All The Time
Well, it's over. The Diary of Anne Frank as we know it has been put to sleep, and I wish ever so much that I could be put to sleep too - in the non-vet kind of way. Just a few little frustrations - last minute costume changes that made everybody but Anne look put together from Value Village, which we were, but we didn't really look like it if we were all like that. Hey, want to talk discomfort, try duct taping your assets and fighting. I should have been in that Styx movie video for Mr. Roboto. At any rate, having your costume choices questioned by a vicarious parent when it's your first gig as a costume mistress does well for the esteem there buddies. Learning experience: I delved into Method for the first time last night. It felt good, but I won't do it constantly...just when people piss me off. After it was all over, pictures had to be taken, but I disapeared. After seeing the pictures that Leisa took, I was very mmm, shocked to see how manly I looked, and I didn't like that. Wee little preteen girl and boys laughing and whispering at me when I go down the stairs to re-feminize is enough for me, I don't need pictures to remember this play, nor do I ever need to remember how much I really can look like a dude.
posted by Kim @ 9:17 AM
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